So why do we go through all of this again?
Your eyes are flutterin’ Such pretty wings.



It takes fightin’ day
and nightto make
such a good
thing die.

A moth, flyin’ into the
Same old flame again
It never ends.

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2 comments:
Ah...I know how that moth feels.
Great pictures... thank you for sharing!
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